Sunday, July 18, 2010

Pre-Marital Sleepover

Serena was looking at the inside of Raf's wedding ring yesterday and asked him what the inscription -- No jokes, no laughing-- was all about.

"Your mom used to make me stay up too late, joking and laughing, and I had to work the next day," he said.

"She used to sleep over, before you were married?" she asked.

"Yeah," Raf said, wondering if she was treading into awkward territory.

"Wait," she said, mulling this over. "So would her mom pack her some extra clothes, or would she just wear what she was wearing the next day?"

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Flash Opera Moment

My friend Deirdre (check out her blog, I just love it) is a big fan of random "flash" moments - in which crowds just seem to randomly break out and do something amazing (a song, a parade, a dance, whatever) in unison. It always makes me cry happy crocodile tears - How lucky are we that the world is like this?! This one is very cute, but you also have to see the one on Deirdre's blog, featuring a bus driver working on his birthday, too.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Leaving for the Old World

Emme is ready for Europe!!

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One Little Lost Tooth, Part 1

Marlowe lost her first tooth a few weeks ago and now the one next to it is loose. I wonder where she'll lose it... in Spain... or in France... or on the plane in transit??
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

True Grit

This is the knee of my good friend's son, Harry, whom I've nicknamed Sharkboy. From that name and the sliced-up look of his wound, you'd think he got attacked by a shark or Wolverine of X-Men; instead, it happened on our pool slide, which cracked on the side as Harry was sliding down on his knees. The sound was horrific -- his mother, sister and our friend all cringed, thinking his shorts had ripped. It was like that sound, like nylon ripping, scree-scree-screetcchhh.

Harry didn't make a sound, just grabbed his knee after he'd splashed into the pool, and it was his sister's reaction -- Oh my god! Oh my god! -- that even alerted us that something was not right. Harry, who's almost 9, didn't flinch. Didn't cry. Didn't react when his mom and I felt like we wanted to puke or sit down so we wouldn't pass out. Just asked for a cold drink while we tended to his scary wounds. I scrambled to find Neosporin and band-aids in my new house, which has no real organizational system in place yet, while Harry's mom taped an old linen napkin around his knee.

After they left, Harry a little bewildered by the early departure, I took my kids down the road to see the new baby horses. To my surprise, when we got there, Harry and his family were already there. Harry was still in his swim trunks, walking shirtless and barefoot through the hay-filled area next to the horse corral. In the afternoon light, I admired the warrior god within him, his innate toughness and true grit. As the mom of three girls, I see toughness in a very feminine way -- my youngest fighting back tears as her dad helps loosen a tooth, my oldest daughter's mud-soaked soccer uniform after playing a quarter as goalie, my middle kid's bad-ass-ness on the handball court -- but this was some sort of primal testosterone-laden strength that I've only experienced in watching my husband walk through his life.

My husband had approvingly nodded in Harry's direction when he was with us on the 4th of July, bouncing on the trampoline and riding to and from the fireworks with his head out the window, eyes closed. When my friends and I got stuck on the other side of our backyard fence after a walk (I'm still getting used to the lay of the land and didn't know there wasn't a gate on the back side of the property), we had to climb over the chain-link fence and, as we hopped down, Harry ran up to us, saying, "I'll go next!"

I know we won't have a son and I can't say anything but "it is what it is." Still, despite my horror at being the owner of the slide that f-ed up Harry's little knee, I have to admit to a bit of gratitude at being there while he showed us what he's made of. Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, indeed.